Lu Han glanced at his empty hand, feeling as though even his heart had been left hollow at that moment.
Why couldn't we have held hands a little longer?
"Come on, come on. It's getting late, and I still have to go back and draw the design plans."
Su Qiao hadn't noticed his expression and turned around decisively.
Lu Han didn't move. Somewhat reluctant to part, he suggested, "How about we get a little closer and listen to what they're saying?"
Su Qiao didn't even turn her head. "No. It probably isn't anything important, and if we get any closer, we might be discovered."
Lu Han was a little disappointed. "Oh."
After returning home, taking a shower, changing into a white silk pajama set, and making herself a cup of tea, Su Qiao sat on the cushion on the balcony, reading some materials while drinking her tea.
Unexpectedly, just over half an hour later, the neighbors started making a racket again—and this time, it was quite intense.
She set her cup on the table and muttered irritably, "What's going on? They're making a fuss again. Are they trying to drive people crazy?"
Xiao Si had been busy writing his novel. Tired from writing, he had come out to take a break, and when he heard Su Qiao's complaint, he scanned the area next door.
He was immediately given a huge fright.
Host, the child next door is missing. His wife is crying so hard she can barely catch her breath.
"What?" The child was missing?
An image of what she had seen in the little park on the way home suddenly surfaced in Su Qiao's mind.
Her expression turned grave, and she sprang to her feet. "Xiao Si, hurry and find out where the middle-aged woman who met that old